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got a computer?
Yeah, even an E-mail address.
Let me have it, and I'll write down a newsgroup for you. The guy you brought
back from Egypt with me is I the hottest thing on the Internet. Talk about
putting everything on one page for you, he does it.
So once I join up I get the secret mark on my forehead?
You sure do.
Buck reclined the front passenger seat and moved Chloe there. But it wasn't
flat enough, and she soon retreated again to the back. When Buck finally
pulled into the back yard at Donny's, Tsion rushed out to greet Chloe. As soon
as he saw her he burst into tears. Oh, you poor child. Welcome to your new
home. You are safe.
Tsion helped Buck remove her from the backseat and opened the door so Buck
could carry her inside. Buck headed for the stairs, but Tsion stopped him.
Right here, Cameron. See? Tsion had brought down his bed for her. She
cannot use the stairs yet.
Buck shook his head. I suppose next comes the chicken soup.
Tsion smiled and pushed a button on the microwave. Give me sixty seconds.
But Chloe did not eat. She slept through the night and off and on the next
day.
You need a goal, Tsion told her. Where would you like to go c/n your first
day out?
I want/to see the church. And Loretta's house.
Will not that be
It will be painful. But Buck says if I hadn't run, I never would have
survived. I
need to see why. And I want to see where Loretta and Donny died.
When she hobbled to the kitchen table and sat by herself, she asked only for
her computer. It pained Buck to watch her peck away with one hand. When he
tried to help, she rebuffed him. He must have looked hurt.
Honey, I know you want to help, she said. You searched for me until you
found me, and nobody can ask for more than that. But, please, don't do
anything for me unless I ask.
You never ask.
I'm not a dependent person, Buck. I don't want to be waited on. This is war,
and there aren't enough days left to waste. As soon as I get this hand
working, I'm gonna take some of the load off Tsion. He's on the computer day
and night.
Buck got his own laptop and wrote to Ken Ritz about the possibility of going
to
Israel. He couldn't imagine it ever being safe for Tsion there, but Tsion was
so
determined to go, Buck was afraid there would be no choice. His ulterior
motive with Ken, of course, was to see if he had come to a spiritual decision.
As he was transmitting the message, Chloe called out from the kitchen.
Oh, my word! Buck! You've got to see this!
He hurried to peer over her shoulder. The message on the screen was several
days old. It was from Hattie Durham.
Rayford was afraid Leon Fortunato would be bored on the trip to Rome and might
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pester him and Mac in the cockpit. But every time Rayford clicked on the
secret intercom to monitor the cabin, Leon was whistling, humming, singing,
talking on the phone, or noisily moving about.
Once Rayford had Mac take over while he found an excuse to wander into the
cabin. Leon was arranging the mahogany table where he and Pontifex Maximus
Peter Mathews and the ten kings would meet prior to seeing Carpathia.
Leon looked excited enough to burst. You will remain in the cockpit as soon
as our guests join us, will you not?
Sure, Rayford said. It was clear Leon needed no company.
Rayford didn't expect any secrets listening in on Leon and Mathews, but he
loved the entertainment possibilities. Fortunato was such a Carpathia groupie
and
Mathews so condescending and independent that the two were like oil and water.
Mathews was used to being treated like royalty. Fortunato treated Carpathia
like the king of the world that he was but was slow to serve anyone else and
often curt with those who served him.
When Mathews boarded in Rome he immediately treated Fortunato as one of his
valets. And he already had two. A/young man and woman carried his things
aboard and stood chatting with him. As Rayford listened in, he was/exposed
again to
Mathews's gall. Every time Fortunato suggested it was time to get under way,
Mathews interrupted.
Could I get a cold drink, Leon? Mathews said.
There was a long pause. Certainly, Fortunato said flatly. Then, with
sarcasm, And your staff?
Yes, something for them as well.
Fine, Pontiff Mathews. And then I think we should really be
And something to munch. Thank you, Leon.
After two such encounters, Fortunato's silence was deafening. Finally Leon
said, Pontiff Mathews, I really think it's time
How long are we going to sit here, Leon? What do you say we get this show on
the road?
We cannot move with unauthorized personnel on the plane.
Who's not authorized?
Your people.
I introduced you, Leon. These are my personal assistants.
You were under the impression they were invited?
I go nowhere without them.
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